Fetter of my fundamentals
How to exclude it
Flight in my oven
And in its atmosphere of scorpions.
Will I always be a heart chained?
Is there a miracle thread for this wound?
Why did God not know me when I saw him?
I can not look at the stars,
His words are buried
In this subversive fire,
And in the theater of thoughts
Bounce with your armchairs,
As orphaned as the water that revives us
In its caiman oasis.
I'm going to immerse myself in the world's flour
I want to lose sight of the boats
And paper cherry,
I am that wind that the cloud bewitches
And I will not hide,
His hands are more stubborn than ever,
Break this habit of dying
And live on this blue moon
That sensually fills us
Of carnage madness.
The tranquility addresses its murky canutillo
And there are no fasts,
In hell there are also celestial angels
And temples are devils,